Sooo. Went to a convention this weekend as an entourage (there were two of us, really), and it was excellent. I brought two knitting projects along and did no work on either of them, although I mastered ten new Devanagari characters. I made a fool of myself and blabbed all about being obsessed with India at the Indian lady selling things to bellydancers. I ended up buying a necklace and some bangles. She told me I should do bellydancing. I avoided responding.
These are the bangles (all photos taken by and then stolen from the webpage of the lovely Jennie):
Well, actually, that’s me with them on, looking silly. Then I left them in Jennie’s car.
I bought things from Gus Fink:
Hee. They wobble.
The husband brough his costumes. He makes lovely costumes!
And we played putt-putt. The husband beat us by three points. None of us did particularly well, but there were pirates! And a creepy cave:
And the husband dressed as the Black Knight. I wore his costume afterward. I looked a little like a compressed, curvy Black Knight, only not really. Curse you, womanly form.
Soooo… yeah. While we were in Orlando, it snowed in Atlanta. We stayed around Monday morning and played laser tag while we waited for things to clear up. Other than icy back steps, we seem to have missed it all.
This weekend we plan on going sari shopping. I am going to try very hard not to buy more movies. I have a couple sitting around, and I haven’t seen Billu Barber yet.